Friday, 30 April 2021

Your Lips Will Tell Me - Hector Marcó

You don’t love me anymore, but I can’t blame you—
if you can do this, then I can hide my tears.
But you alone, you and my heart,
shall answer to God one day.

There’s nothing left now, nothing left to say—
you’re preparing to begin
and I’m preparing to leave.
For the sake of my love, don’t say your goodbye—
I ask only for a corner where I can lay down to die.

Living
like a shadow following you,
like a perpetual (thirsty) dreamer,
I tried to win your love
and embrace my faith.

I stumbled
and I drowned in my tears,
the sweet petals of light
that like a tempest your lips
tore from the stem of my suffering.

I gave up my life for them,
I gave in to sorrow for you,
and now that I am on my knees
begging to love your soul
your lips will tell me, “goodbye.”

Hector Marcó (Hector Sunday Marcolongo) (1906 - 1987) Argentina
Translated by Derrick Del Pilar

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